look at my piercing eyes in the last one

Tasty Tryst (M)

Summary: Selling preserves at the local farmers’ market has its distractions when your vendor booth is placed next to the one belonging to the young strawberry farmer who’s been sweet on you for years.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 9,643

Warning: StrawberryFarmer!Taehyung, foodplay, sexual themes, profanity

Series: Working Man Bangtan

A/N: Just in time for strawberry season.

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Wedding Date - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word Count : 1,013

Warnings : none

Requests are open!

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Sitting at a round table, you were admiring the view in front of you. Your older sister, happily dancing with her newly wedded husband.

“Isn’t this beautiful?” you asked your long-timed boyfriend, Jughead Jones the third, who was sitting right next to you. The usual beanie who was normally on his head, was nowhere to be seen. His raven locks gave him the cute, boyish look that you loved. You were kind of glad that he had tried to dress formally for the celebration. He looked down and smirked before answering,

“Is that a trick question?” You playfully nudged him in his side, knowing he was messing with you.

“You’re supposed to say yes!” He chuckled at you and took your hand in his, bringing warmth and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. Even though you guys had been dating for already a few years, he always had the same effect on you.

“She is pretty, but you’re pulchritudinous.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a puzzled look. Jughead had that way of coming up with words you’d never heard before. He was a box full of surprises.

“English, please?” He sweetly laughed at your confused expression and replied,

“It basically means that you are a delight for my eyes.” The blood rushed to your cheeks, probably giving you a small pink tint. Your boyfriend could feel your embarrassment and tried lighting up the mood,

“Don’t be shy (y/n). You are the most alluring and divine creature I’ve ever seen.” A smile crept up your face as Jughead said those words to you.

“Well, you’re pretty foxy yourself.”

“Foxy?” Jughead said back dazed and amused by your new vocabulary.

“Yeah, foxy! It means artful, cunning, knowing- which I personally think describes you perfectly.” You explained. At this moment, something seemed to shine in his blue orbs. He leaned towards you, for only you to hear,

“Have I ever told you that I love you?” You gazed back at him.

“Only every day.”

A dorky smile appeared on him as you kissed his cheek. The next minutes had passed in a comfortable silence, both of you appreciating your surroundings. You and your sister’s friends had token hours to decorate the backyard for the wedding.

Usually you weren’t the arts and craft type but you loved your sister fondly and would do anything for her on this special day. Fairy lights we’re hanging on trees and across the dance floor. All the tables had a bouquet of sunflowers in a translucent vase. Balloons were scattered everywhere across the floor. You had also tried some diys from pinterest but didn’t really get an interesting ending. In other words, they turned out horribly. An enticing tune was playing in the background which you were quietly humming.

Seeing your sister like that made you so happy. It made you think about your future with Jughead. If you two would ever get married. As you were lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend getting up, and offering you his hand for you to take.

“Will you give me this dance?” Your boyfriend asked. The music had turned to a slow song. One of your favourites. You smiled and him and gladly took his hand.

“Of course.” Hand in hand, you and your boyfriend made your way to the dance floor where other couples were starting to appear. Jughead placed his hands on your waist and yours gently rested on his shoulders. The two of you were lightly moving to the rhythm of the romantic sway. You looked up, your gaze meeting his.

“Have you ever thought about us? Like, in the future us?” His eyebrows furrowed and peeked at the sky, thinking before saying,

“Sometimes.” He answered, “I like to think of us being together after school. Going to college would be fun. Maybe settling down after?” You bet your bottom lip.

“Yeah I’d like that…” You trailed off, “And what about after? What would you want? Would you want… this?” You asked motioning to the world around you.

“You mean the wedding?” You nodded, “I wouldn’t mind calling you wifey and being your hubby.” You both laughed and grinned and his comment. “Wouldn’t it bother your parents though? I know your dad isn’t very fond of me.”

“My dad isn’t the one who’s going to be deciding who I’m going to spend the rest and most of my days with. Besides, my dad’s moving to Arizona in the next month or so. It’ll only be me and my mom. You know she cares about you.” I said back.

“I’m sorry about your dad. I know you two don’t have the best of relationship right now, but just try to make the best out of the time you two have left together.” Jughead knew that your parents had separated when you were only a child. You couldn’t clearly remember how they announced it but every time you thought about it, your heart ached. Your boyfriend continued, “On the good side, since your sister is moving out, doesn’t it mean that there’s going to be more place for me?” You teasingly hit him,

“Oh shut it you oaf”

He smirked and pressed his forehead against yours. His icy blue eyes piercing into your (y/e/c) ones.

“To answer that question of yours, yes, I’d like you to be my wife someday.” He titled his head forward and his damp lips met yours. The kiss was sweet but passionate. It probably would’ve lasted longer if you two hadn’t been in public. Or to be more precise, to your sister’s wedding. Just when you two parted away, your sister came up to you with a smile bigger than ever,

“Hey love birds, looks like you two are next.” With that, she walked away and left you a giggling mess in your boyfriend’s arms. Jughead smugly smirked at you.

“Can you at least promise me one thing
(y/n)?”

“Depends what.”

“That we’ll at least have nine kids.” You chuckled and wondered how you got the chance to have such an amazing boyfriend.

Caged (2)

Synopsis: What happens when Loki meets someone who actually calls him on his bullshit instead of running and hiding?

Word Count : 850

A/N: I’m not even sorry for starting another series! 😂😂😂

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Tease (Derek Hale x Reader)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Request: Yes, by @g0back2bed

Warnings: smutttttttttttttttttttttttt, curse words probably
Word Count: 1,087


MASTERLIST


(I meaaaaaan look at himmmmm hes gonna kill me hes so hot ily baby marry me pls)


The buzzing coming from the front pocket of my pants would not stop. I knew what it was, my sexually frustrated girlfriend I had left at home was sending me messages non stop.

I had an important meeting to attend and I couldn’t pay attention with her constant bothering.

I looked around the room full of men who kept talking and talking, when I noticed none of them we’re looking at me I grabbed my phone and unlocked it; only to see several text messages from Y/N. I smiled a little, that girl never stopped until she got what she wanted.

Hey, when are you coming home?
I miss you, get here soon
Did you see where I left my panties from last night?
Derek come on, where did you put them
I’m getting cold down there.


I chuckled and quickly typed a reply



I may or may not have them here with me in my suit pocket.


WHAT?
YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT?
OMG PLS DON’T DROP THEM, I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS BUDDies to see my panties
You little bitch, I found them.
How did they get to the chandelier?


Can you please stop? You made me laugh and now my “business buddies” think I’m crazy



You know, you should be nicer to me, after all I am the reason you’re in a good mood every morning, and every night ;)



And I am the reason we’re not living under a bridge, so please let me work.


I finally locked my phone and placed it on the table, a good five minutes passed before it started buzzing again. Now, I had caught everyone’s attention and they all looked at me with piercing eyes. I cleared my throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry, it’s my doctor. I have an appointment later” it was the best excuse I could come up with, everyone waited for a second and remained silent. Then one of them nodded and the guy that was previously speaking continued talking.


When are you cumming home?? :(
I’m lonely and horny. That’s not a good combination
I know you hate it when I use a vibrator
But my pussy’s so wet
I remembered what we did last night, I’m pretty sure someone heard me
I mean who fucks their girlfriend on the rooftop of his company building?
Then we got home, and you couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. You fucked me against the front door.
And in the kitchen counter. Then in the hallways, and finally our bed.
I’m getting so wet just by remembering
You want to know what I’m doing?



By this point, the meeting was long forgotten and I had a growing bulge inside my pants. I started typing a message but a voice caught my attention.

“Mr. Hale?” I looked up from my phone to meet several eyes looking at me.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that please?” I said trying to focus on what they were saying. After the guy finished his speech I gave a quick answer to his question and the meeting continued. I turned my attention to my phone again.


What are you doing?


Didn’t you have an “important meeting?


Shut up and tell me what you’re doing


Okay
I’m touching my pussy.
And I picture your fingers going in and out of me instead of mine
Wanna see?


Yes.


Y/N has sent a picture
It’s very wet, you should be here
I just grabbed my vibrator
It’s on and it feels so good
I can’t wait until you get home and fuck me into oblivion
I want your cock inside of me. Filling me and stretching my tight little pussy


You want that?
You want my hard cock inside your pussy?
You want me to eat you out and put my fingers inside your pussy?


Yes


Tell me more. What else do you want?


I want your tongue


Where?


Everywhere
God my ass wants attention too


Show me


Y/N has sent a picture


Put your middle and index fingers inside your pussy and show me


Y/N has sent a picture
It feels so good, I can’t stop


Don’t stop, are you cuming?

I’m almost there
I want your cock inside my ass
And your tongue on my nipples
And your fingers in my pussy, playing with my clit
God, I want you.


Keep doing that. Keep touching yourself and think it’s me. I’m on my way


By this point I didn’t care about the stupid meeting, I had other priorities. I stood up from my chair and again, all eyes were on me.


“Is everything okay, Mr. Hale?” one man asked.

“Yes. I have to go, I have a hot girlfriend waiting for me at home” I smiled and walked out of the meeting room straight to the elevator. Once I got down to the garage I walked to my car and started the engine. The drive home was fast, since I was in such a hurry to get there. I took several shortcuts to avoid traffic and luckily I got home in under ten minutes.

When I stepped inside the house there wasn’t a single sound. I went to my bedroom and found it empty. The bed sheets were messy, and Y/N’s panties were laying on the ground, then I heard a soft moan coming from the bathroom. I took off my coat and threw it somewhere in the room.

I opened the door slowly, careful not to make a sound, 


Y/N was in the shower, water falling from the shower head to her beautiful naked body. Her back was resting against the wall, her eyes closed and head tilted upwards; bottom lip between her teeth. Hands playing with herself.

I started taking off my clothes, but my eyes never left her body. I was being extra careful, I didn’t want to be caught. Once I stripped myself, I took my hard shift and pumped it a few times. I opened the crystal door and walked into the shower. Y/N’s back was facing me, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. My hands traveling down to her pussy to continue what she had started.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come” she said resting her back against my chest.

“I had to come, I couldn’t leave you all hot, horny and lonely.” I said moving one of my fingers and sliding it into her pussy. “Now, let’s make some new memories for you to remember while I’m gone”

bts as boyfriends (jimin)

♡  a softie bUT CAN BE A ROUGH ONE IF YOU WANT

♡ doesn’t wear a shirt when u guys hangout

♡  A  T E A S E 

♡ “look Y/N the ice cream has the same color as my hair!!!!1″ 

♡ he’s got a picture of you in his wallet

♡ him getting u distance bracelets and makes you wear it everyday

♡ he cures ur bad days by just sMILING IMAGINE DATING SUCH MAN

♡ tries to braid ur hair and successfully doing it???

♡ looks at you like youre a goddess or something

♡ gets really shy when asked about u during their interview

♡ loWKEY kinky

♡ likes to use ur butt as his pillow

♡ staring contest as one way to know who gets to eat the last slice of pizza

♡ And him always winning bc he uSES HIS PIERCING EYES which is ur weakness btw

♡  “don’t worry Y/N i’ll just buy you another box” 

♡ buying souvenirs from the country they tour on so he can give it to you when he goes home

♡  criES BECAUSE HE MISS YOU SO MUCH WHEN HE’S ON TOUR

 imissyousex  with Chris Brown playing in the background

♡ “Did my baby sleep well last night?” you’d find him in the kitchen shirtless the morning after BC he knows how much u love his body

♡ you wearing his over sized tshirts while eating breakfast

♡ spontaneoUS DATES!!

♡ talks to cashiers whenever you guys are buying something

♡ puffs his cheek as a indication that u should kiss him

♡ “the sun is shining so bright today and it reminded me of you. Love u!” a note attached to a sunflower on the start of spring 

YOU’RE HERE (Jughead Jones x Reader)

Request: i see that you do jugheadxreader, could u do one that centres around ep12?

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It was a difficult situation. Betty, Archie, and Veronica each had their own motives behind why they broke into FP’s trailer. 

Betty, being a loyal friend to you decided to make sure you were safe from your best friends dad. Especially since you had begun to get closer to Jug. If FP really murdered Jason, who knew who he had next on his hitlist? 

Archie, being a loyal friend to Juggie wanted to make sure he was safe too. The redheaded boy already spent years watching his best friend be torn apart by his deadbeat dad. The last thing he wanted was to see Jughead break again. 

And Veronica Lodge? Who knew the mysteries that were still centered around her father? Curiosity had gotten the better of her. The need to know if her father organised the death of Jason Blossom was like an itch on her skin, burning to be scratched. 

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For anyone going through a hard time right now:

Music has the power to help, or so I believe, it picks you up in ways that people sometimes can’t. I recently made a playlist of songs, and if people want I can make it into a Spotify playlist. But here is the songs:

THE LINK FOR THIS FIRST PLAYLIST: [X]

Therapy//All Time Low
Never Too Late//Three Days Grace
Hospital For Souls//Bring Me the Horizon
Friend, Please//Twenty One Pilots
Crash//You Me At Six
Missing You//All Time Low
Never Give In//Black Veil Brides
Hold On Til May// Pierce The Veil
Astronaught//Simple Plan
Kitchen Sink//Twenty One Pilots
Saviour//Black Veil Brides
If I have too, then I have too (Acoustic)//One Last Look.
The Light Behind Your Eyes//My Chemical Romance
Goner//Twenty One Pilots
No One Does It Better// You Me At Six
Satellites// Sleeping With Sirens
Hearts and Flowers// Say We Can Fly
Nothern Downpour// Panic! At The Disco
What a Catch Donnie//Fall Out Boy
I’m A Mess// Ed Sheeran.

Here’s a few other things:

Good Songs that help calm you down or fall asleep:
Behind the Sea (Live in Chicago version) //Panic! At The Disco
Therapy// All Time Low
Fireworks//You Me At Six
Hey There Delilah//Plain White T’s
Oh Ms Believer// TØP
Never Seen Anything (Quite Like You)//The Script
Kiss me//Ed Sheeran


If You Have Lost Someone:
If You Could See Me Now//The Script
Match Into Water// Pierce The Veil
Cancer//My Chemical Romance
Lullabies//All Time Low
Wake Me Up When September Ends// Green Day
This Isn’t The End// Owl City
All Done For You// Black Veil Brides

Remember When/ Dissappear//Issues

When You’re Feeling Misunderstood:
I’m Not Okay//My Chemical Romance.
King For A Day// Pierce The Veil ft Kellin Quinn
Kids In The Dark// All Time Low
Wretched And Divine// Black Veil Brides
Boulevard Of Broken Dreams// Green Day


In a Really Bad Mood? Start A Riot: [X]
Misery Buisiness//Paramore

Bite My Tongue// You Me At Six ft Oli Sykes

You Make Me Sick//Of Mice And Men
Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing//Set It Off
Antivist//Bring Me The Horizon
Save It For The Bedroom//You Me At Six
Heroes// All Time Low
Desolation Row//My Chemical Romance
Juarez//Gerard Way
Fuck You//Sleeping With Sirens (Cee Lo Green Cover)

Ignorance//Paramore

Compromising Me//William Beckett

Gives You Hell// The All-American Rejects


Some cool extras:
Princeton Ave// Issues (Abuse)
Never Lose Your Flames//Issues (Homophobia/Rejection because of Sexuality)
Mama//My Chemical Romance (Gender Identity)
99% Soul//Matty Mullins (Christian music?)(most of his album is Christian music so if you’re looking for good Christian pop I would recommend Matty Mullins or Owl City :))
Migraine//TØP (Schizophrenia)
That Green Gentleman (Things Have Changed For Me)//Panic! At The Disco (For people going through major changes)
Sleepwalking//Bring Me The Horizon (Depression)
A Trophy Father’s, Trophy Son (Broken Family/Home)


That’s all for now but that’s all for now, I might update more? I was just looking at all these cool songs with cool messages so…

Displacement


Characters
: Bucky X Steve X Reader

Summary: The reader is an Avenger and has a hard time dealing with the aftermath of a mission. Bucky is there to save her and bring her back from the darkness of her mind.

Warnings: sadness, angst, smut, cursing

A/N: Hey y’all I’m finally back after a hella long break. This is my first time writing smut so please tell me if it’s awful! Also I tagged some of my favorite blogs at the bottom. I hope this is okay but if you want to be removed just let me know :) Feedback is always welcome! 

I don’t remember walking of the jet or walking through the Avengers Tower in the direction of my room, everything was a blur. We had just gotten back from a mission that went terribly wrong, lives on both sides had been lost or jeopardized and it was all my fault. The weight of everything that had occurred over the last twenty four hours started to sink in and I could feel my heart breaking. My best friend, Sam, was gravely injured and no one, not even the doctors, believe that he will pull out of it. Coldness seeped through my body. I walked into the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and turned the shower on as hot as it would go. My clothes where striped from my body and I crawled into the bathtub. Any energy I had left was gone, so I couldn’t bring myself to stand up, instead I tucked my knees under my chin and sat down in the cold bathtub. The drastic change in temperatures sent chills down my spine.

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Summer (Part Four)

Requested by anon

Hi love, just wondering if you would be willing to do a Harry hook imagine set in neverland where the reader is peter pans daughter and meets Harry but they don’t know who each other are (Harry is without his hook for some reason etc) and they fall in love but discover who each other are after it’s too late? Love your writing so much!!!

Summary: You had always wanted to go to Neverland and when your father refused you decided to take matters into your own hands. Little did you know that on that island you would meet the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Characters: Harry Hook, reader (daughter of Peter Pan), Ben, Gil, Audrey, Evie, Mal

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2594

A/N: FINALLY! So sorry this took so long but I had a bit of writer’s block but I’m healed now lol. Check out some amazing aesthetics for this story here and here made by two wonderful people aka @blog-lady-vi and @spencer-stilinski. Also I made some parallels between this story and Grease: you/Sandy, Harry/Danny, Gil/Kenickie, Audrey/Rizzo, and Evie/Frenchy so you can find those here.

@booktvmoviefangirl@purelittleblueberry@stevebuchananparker267

Requests and tags are always open (find my prompt list here and song prompts here)

Part One (x) Part Two (x) Part Three (x)

Originally posted by lavendertitties

“How long has it been again?”

“Eight months,” You sighed into the phone, knowing perfectly well what Audrey would tell you.

“Hun, no offense, but he’s a guy. Who’s to say he hasn’t moved on already?” You could always count on Audrey to be honest with you about anything. Even if it wasn’t what you wanted to hear.

“You’re probably right” You sighed. Even through the phone Audrey could hear the sadness in your voice.

“I could be wrong. It happens occasionally” She said making you laugh. “So who are you taking to Cotillion then? What about Eddie? He’s cute”

“True. But I heard Kata asked him a couple days ago and I don’t want to get involved” You told her.

“Mason?”

“That could work,” You shrugged, not caring that she couldn’t see you. A knock on your door made you look away from the pile of homework on your bed. “I’ll call you back, yeah? Someone’s here”

“Alright. We’ll continue this talk later then” You could hear the smile in her voice and it made you laugh. With one last goodbye you stood up and went to open the door.

“Y/N you have to help me,” Mal burst out as you opened the door to your room. “I can’t do this. I don’t know why I ever thought I could,” She cried. You frowned softly and opened your arms, offering her a hug. She quickly walked into them and you let her cry for a couple minutes.

“Now I see why everyone’s always hugging you,” She mumbled making you laugh.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked her, sitting on the edge of your bed.

She sighed, refusing to sit down and instead opting for pacing around the room. “Ben found out I’m using the spell book to help me and he got mad. I also may or may not have tried to spell him”

“Tried?” Was all you commented.

“It didn’t work too well,” she huffed before plopping down on one of the chairs. “You have to help me get to the Isle”

“I don’t know if I can,” You bit your lip, thinking for a bit. For Mal you would, the pixie dust you had would help get you there and back before anyone noticed. But you also had Ben and the rest of your friends to think about. They wouldn’t react well to Mal being gone. And there was also the part of you that was selfish. You were saving the pixie dust to get to Neverland again. To see him again. And if you used it now you’d have none left to get back to Neverland. “Mal that’s a big decision you’re making”

“Please, Y/N,” She was actually begging you to take her. You couldn’t believe it. “I don’t belong here. The Isle is my home and I’m just going to end up messing everything up for Ben again,” You sighed when she looked up at you. You knew there was no way you could say no. “Please?”

You huffed before digging through your things for the small jar of pixie dust. “Fine. But you owe me big time”

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Live Life Golden Part 11

Jungkook x reader

Warnings: strong language

Words: 2789

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Summary:

He was a graduate of the elite class, inherited billions from his father, and lived the life of an international playboy. (y/n) came into his life and made him question it all.

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You Think You Can Handle Us?

Originally posted by jonginssoo

Originally posted by ikonforever7

The air was cool against my face as I open the door to exit the coffee shop. I couldn’t handle sitting in there any longer with the feeling of being watched. Pulling my scarf tighter around my neck, I begin my walk back to my apartment. It was mid November and the temperature was starting to change and become even colder, which caused me to walk a little faster.

Although I left the small coffee shop, I still have the feeling of someone watching me. Just as that goes through my head, a rag is placed over my mouth and I am pulled into an alleyway away from anyone who could witness what was about to happen to me. Within minutes, I was seeing black spots before finally passing out with the image of a blurry man smiling down at me as the last thing I see.

I am not sure how much time has passed, but I wake up in a dark room on a small mattress with my hands bound together with strong rope. I start to freak out thinking about all the things that could happen to me. The longer I sit the more I feel like I am going to go insane. The sound of a creaky door opening makes me jump and stop trying to untie the ropes. A man steps into the room and I know from the look on his face that nothing good is about to happen.

The man walks towards me and I try to move to the top of the mattress to get away from him. Laughing, he  just pulls my feet and brings me to the end of the mattress, with him right between my legs. And I can’t deny that this man was handsome. Well, he isn’t handsome. He is downright sexy as hell. How can I be thinking this when this is the man who just kidnapped me?

Still standing between my legs, the man smiles and runs his hands up my thighs in a soothing manner. I don’t move, not wanting to make him mad. Yet, the more he does it the more I start to like this strange man’s touch. Seeing my reaction he smirks and tilts his head, “You look that, babe?” he asks. Without hesitation I nod my head. This makes his smirk grow even larger. “Well, that’s good because there is more to come.” and with that he stops touching me and walks out the door.

It takes me a minute after he leaves to realize what just happened and I am shaken up after replaying it. I can’t believe I responded to his touch, let alone liked. The more I think about his touches the more turned on I get. His hands were soft, yet his manner was rough and dominant. This causes flashes of him dominating me to run through my head. With a sigh I lay back, closing my eyes and let my bound hands drift down to my jeans. Slipping my hands inside I moan thinking about how much I want that tall, dark haired man to come back in here and have his way with me.

I don’t know when the door opened to the room, but when I felt fingers wrap around my wrist I was opening my eyes to see lust filled ones. This was a different man than before. This man was shorter, not by too much, but just as sexy, if not gorgeous. “And what do you like you are doing?” his angelic voices asks me. I am unable to form words. Between being kidnapped and having such an attractive man catch me doing something so embarrassing, makes me want to get hit by a car.

With a gasp I rip my hands away and look anywhere, but his eyes. Without even looking at him I know he is smirking. “B.I. I think she is ready.” the man in front of me says. Just then I realize the taller man from earlier is in the room and walking over to the bed. B.I. I think. So that’s your name. B.I. makes his way over and the look in his eyes tells me I’m in trouble. Standing beside the short male, B.I. speaks, “I think she is too, Baek.” Baek? What kind of name is that?

My thoughts are short lived, since Baek attacks my lips in a rough, yet pleasurable, kiss. I can’t help the moans that are slipping out of my mouth and into his. When I feel hands on my breast and a chest pressed against my back I gasp. Baek takes this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth where we fight for dominance. He of course wins.

When the need for air is too strong, I put back. Baek just moves his lips to my neck. Making marks up and down the column of my throat. B.I. still has his hands roaming my chest and pinching my nipples through my shirt causing me to gasp and arch my back. I feel the bed move and before I know it I am on my back looking up at two utterly attractive men. Just the sight of them looking down at me with lustful gazes causes me to moan.

B.I. smirks, “What’s wrong, baby? Want us to touch you?” I can form words so I just shake my head up and down. “I don’t know. Think you can handle us? Baekhyun can get pretty rough.” as B.I. says this Baekhyun smirks as well and leans over me on my left side and attacks my neck with licks and small bites. I didn’t know this much pleasure could come from something so painful.

My bound wrists are cut by a knife and B.I. watches me moan and move my head to give Baekhyun more room. Keeping eye contact with him makes me feel even hotter. I wish he would touch me too. As if reading my mind B.I. leans over my right side and pushes his plump lips against mine. With my eyes closed I can’t tell who has their hands on my chest and who has their hands rubbing my hips, but all I know I love the feeling of two sets of hands on me.

After a while Baekhyun pulls away from my neck, which is surely covered in hickeys, and B.I. sits up as well. They share one glance and start undressing. I can’t take my eyes off the two of them. Their bodies are like Greek Gods, the curve of their muscles, the dips of their abs, and the little trail of hair disappearing into their tight boxers had me soaking wet. Subconsciously, I thrust my hips up wanting friction.

Seeing my reaction as a plea for more, the boys begin taking my clothes off as well. When I am completely bare, B.I. moves up to my head and kneels beside my head and pulls down his boxers. Getting the hint, I take his thick cock into my hand and start jerking him off. Baekhyun hums at the sight, “That’s it, baby. Make B.I. cum while I do the same to you.”

Within seconds Baek had his tongue licking all the way up my wet core before settling on my clit and sucking while flicking it with his tongue. I try to close my legs, but Baekhyun’s large hands clamp down on my thighs and force them open. My right hand tangled into his hair as my left is still working on B.I.. Listening to B.I. moan and thrust into my hand makes the pleasure Baekhyun is giving me even better.

Soon I feel my stomach tighten and my legs start to shake from the pleasure I’m receiving. As if knowing I’m close Baekhyun flicks my clit one more time with his tongue before moving down to my opening. His tongue moves inside of me and strokes my walls with his wet muscle. Fuck is all I can think at this time. “Oh shit, Baek. I’m going to cum. Don’t stop.” Baekhyun lifts his head for a minute to say, “That’s it baby, cum on my tongue.” before going back and attacking my entrance with his talented mouth. And that was my undoing. With a loud moan, I arch my back and cum all over his tongue and face.

I fall back onto the bed out of breath and B.I. kisses my lips. Since I was so caught up in the kiss, I didn’t notice Baekhyun take off his boxers and line up his cock with my dripping pussy after lifting my legs to his shoulders. I lose my breathe when I feel a long and thick cock push into me. Breaking the kiss I look to Baekhyun, who has his eyes closed in pleasure from my tightness. Baekhyun wasn’t as thick as B.I., not far behind though, but he was definitely longer.

I throw my head back feeling him bottom out. His hips settle against my ass as he goes still for only a second. Before I know it he is pulling all the out and ramming back into. He doesn’t stop either. He keeps going and going. I let out moan after moan from feeling his cock filling me up to the max. My head gets turned to the side and B.I.’s cock is pressed to my lips. I look up at him and open my mouth.

Feeling his salty precum has me moaning even more around him. His finger thread through my hair and holds me in place as he fucks my mouth. All I can do is close my eyes and feel both my holes being fucked, fucked so good that I think I’m going to pass out. Just when I think this can’t get any better, Baekhyun hits something inside me that has me seeing stars and I scream around the cock in my mouth. He bites my calf that’s beside his head and says, “Found it.” before thrusting faster into me.

Since my moans increased, so did B.I.’s. Not longer after his hips, too, started going faster he is cumming into my mouth. Loving the taste of him, I suck harder around him to get every drop out. He slides out of my mouth with a pop and kisses my mouth to taste himself on my tongue. When B.I.pulls away, I am flipped over to my stomach and pulled to my knees by my hips by Baekhyun.

He wastes no time, as he thrusts right back into me before I’m even all the way up. I let out more pleasure filled screams as he feels deeper in the position and still hits my g-spot so well. I have to hang my head down and rest it on the bed from the amount of pleasure this rough, amazing man is giving me. Baekhyun’s hand grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head up. His chest is pressed to my back as he still hammers into me from behind.

I feel Baekhyun’s breath against my ear as it comes out in rough pants, “Open your eyes, baby. Look at B.I. as I fuck you until you cum.” When I open my eyes I see B.I. leaning against the headboard, stroking his cock with hooded eyes. Looking into his eyes makes the pleasure even better. Before I can warn Baekhyun I am cumming with a loud, ear piercing scream as my body shakes. He holds me as I shake and slows his thrust, and fucks me through my orgasm.

The feeling of my tight channel clamping down around his cock, has baekhyun’s hips slamming into mine one last time before going still and tightening his fist around my hair as he cums into the condom. After holding us up for a few more minutes, Baekhyun slowly pulls out of me with a pop. I fall down on the bed, still out of breath. Baekhyun gets up and throws the tied up condom away. Walking over to his clothes, he begins to get dressed. Once done, he makes he way back to the bed and kisses me on the lips and down my neck one last time. “I hope I’ll get to see you again.” Baekhyun says before going to B.I. giving him a handshake, “Thanks, man. I’m glad you asked me to do this.”

And with that, he leaves and shuts the door behind him. I crawl up to B.I. and cuddle into his side. He looks down at me and smiles, “Was that okay, baby? I know you said you wanted to spice things up and I know you think Baekhyun is hot so I thought he would be perfect.” I look up at him and smile before kissing his lips, “That’s just what I wanted, babe. Now, let’s sleep so you can fuck me later.” B.I. just laughs while laying down and kissing my forehead then pulls up the covers and we both drift off to sleep. As I drift off, I can’t but think that I have the best husband of all time. 

- Admin Unnie

The Treehouse

Request: Can you do #4 with Wonho? I just loooove your writing ❤❤❤

4) “I might be annoying, but at least my lock screen isn’t a selfie.”

Member: Monsta X’s Wonho x Y/N

Type: Fluff/angstish?


I set my chin against my palm as I gazed down at what had to have been my favorite view. I felt like a bird as my eyes glided over treetops and houses, pictures of fields and mountains in the distance. It was simultaneously calming and terrifying being this high in the air, but I trusted my father’s hands, his wood work and effort. My childhood treehouse hadn’t aged a day, when I had aged too many. 

“Are you going to throw the ladder down or do I have to stand here all day?” a familiar voice called from the ground. 

I heaved a sigh as I shuffled in the small space. Crossing the approximately six feet of floor, I leaned out of the opposite window and looked down at my next door neighbor, Hoseok. 

Or Wonho as the kids called him these days. 

“Password!” I shouted, trying to hide my smile. 

He crossed his arms. “You know how annoying you are right now?”

“I might be annoying, but at least my lock screen isn’t a selfie!” I called down to him, my smile growing by the minute. 

“I value art,” he smiled back up at me. “Now throw down the damn ladder!”

“Fine!” I groaned. “You big old baby.”

I leaned over, taking the aged rope ladder into my hands and throwing it over the side. The wind caught it, aiding me in my toss. Hoseok waited for it to quit jumping before he caught it with his own fingers, steadying the rocking before he hoisted himself up. 

I slid across the planks of wood and leaned against the wall. After a few minutes, Hoseok’s head appeared in the small entryway of the treehouse and he winced as he glanced at me. 

“I’m out of shape,” he groaned, making the final push into the small building and collapsing onto the floor. He heaved a deep breath, one after the next, closing his eyes. 

“The man, the myth, the abs had a hard time climbing into my treehouse?” I chuckled, looking at the man before me. Hoseok and I had grown up beside each other since his parents moved into the neighborhood when we were five. We became quick friends, both interested in singing and dancing. When Hoseok was a teenager, he decided he wanted to become a trainee for an entertainment company. He wanted to become an idol. 

I remember being so angry at him. We had plans to go to college together, to get an apartment together in Seoul. I thought he was selfish. 

I would see him once a year after that until he debuted, and even then I wouldn’t see him as much as I used to. 

His looks had completely changed even since the last time we had been together. His hair was a greyish blond, the tips drowning in a dark blue. His ears were covered in piercings and a loose sweater hung limply from his body. He had always been handsome, but I didn’t have to tell him that. He already knew. 

My eyes moved up his body, drinking in his figure. My breath caught in my throat as I finally looked to his face. He had been carefully watching me as I openly stared at him. I rolled my eyes, looking out of one of the many windows to avoid his cocky smile. 

“You don’t think this thing is going to fall, do you?” Hoseok hummed, leaning up from his laying position and almost hitting his head on the rafters. 

“Ye of little faith,” I chuckled, still not daring to look at him. My face was submerged in the heat of embaressment. 

“Hey, I know your dad was good at building stuff, but it’s been like…over fifteen years,” Wonho sighed. He gently rolled around, placing his knee against the floorboard and crawling over to where I sat. He angled his back against the open tree going through the middle of the house and directed his gaze out of the same window I was looking out of. 

“How have you been?” I said quietly. This whole thing was bizarre. A man I grew up with, I now mostly saw on the television or internet. 

“Good,” he nodded, a small smile on his face. “We won an award at MAMA 2016. Did you watch?”

Of course I had. “I caught bits and pieces,” I lied, biting my lip. “I didn’t see you’re win though, I apologize.” 

Hoseok nodded, looking down at his hands with a sad smile. “I saw you graduated in your top ten at university.”

“Really?” I whispered, a shiver going down my spine. 

“Yeah, I saw it in the newspaper,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “Plus my mom called and told me. She keeps me updated on all things Y/N.”

“That’s very sweet of her,” I nodded. Hoseok nodded as well. An awkward silence covered us like a scratchy blanket in summer. Eventually Hoseok cleared his throat, his nervous fingers pulling at the holes in his jeans. 

“You don’t really respond to my texts anymore,” he whispered. I couldn’t help it as my neck snapped up at attention, immediately searching his face. I could see the hurt hidden behind his kind eyes and placid smile. My heart ached. 

“I just thought…you were always busy,” I mumbled. “I figured I’d save you the time…I didn’t want you to feel obligated to keep up with your nosy neighbor.”

“If I didn’t want to talk to you, I wouldn’t have texted in the first place,” he laughed, his eyes wide. 

I nodded, biting at my lip again. I’ll admit that I actively ignored Hoseok’s texts. I was scared he had changed into someone I wouldn’t recognize anymore. I was scared of getting rejected, of getting hurt. 

I guess that was what happened when you harbored a love for your childhood friend for ten years. 

“Why don’t you want to talk to me?” he sighed, scrubbing a hand through his multicolored hair. 

“Why do you want to?” I chuckled, trying to lighten the heavy mood that had infiltrated my humble treehouse. 

“Because I miss you,” he said simply. “I thought…maybe you missed me too. I know you’re out being this amazing student and super successful, but don’t you have time for old Hosoek?”

“I’m being amazing and super successful?” I croaked. “Are you joking? You’re Wonho. THE Wonho of Monsta X.”

He shook his head quickly, a shy smile on his lips. “I’m Shin Hoseok. The same old guy I’ve always been.”

I was glad for that. I was scared that the fame would change him. I was scared that he had grown into a man I didn’t know. 

“I think about you a lot,” he continued, pulling his phone from his jeans. He quickly unlocked it (with his lock screen a very handsome selfie) and threw it toward me. I looked down to his background, my breath stuttering out of my mouth. Before my eyes glowed a photo of Hoseok and I, not much older than seven or eight, with our arms wrapped around each other. I looked up at him, swallowing the lump that had appeared in my throat. 

“I think about you more than a lot,” he admitted, looking up. His eyes were glassed over with thought. “When I think about home…I think about you…”

“Hoseok-” I whispered, unsure if I could finish my thought. He slid over, scooting his back into the small area of wall next to me. He drew his knees up to knock against mine, setting a casual hand on my thigh. 

“I’m not saying I want you to run off into the sunset with me,” he said, his voice barely louder than a breath. “I’m just saying…that I hope you miss me as much. And I hope you start talking to me again.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, shaking my head. “I’m sorry I haven’t been there.”

I looked up just in time to see a smile tug on the corner of his lips. “Life isn’t easy Y/N. I don’t blame you for losing touch. I just want to find you again.”

I sat quietly, staring at the boy I had known so long ago and the man I was really only just getting to know now. He smile grew by the moment as his face leaned toward me. His lips hovered over mine before pressing softly against them. Hoseok’s hand slid up, cupping my jaw gently as his mouth remained pressed in place. I felt my body fill completely with warmth and the butterflies in my stomach turned vicious. Years of waiting had released emotions I never knew I had. Just when I thought I could die in the moment, he pulled away, lids heavy and breathing ragged. 

“So are you going to start texting me back?” he whispered, his cocky grin reappearing on his face. 

I smiled, lacing my fingers in his. “I guess if I have to.”

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

Talent

Summary: You are a YouTuber who does material like PAINT. You and Dan are dating, soon you tell your fans along with Dan’s.

Ship: Dan x fem!Reader

Warning: fluff, angst, swearing, sarcasm, sass, etc.

Your P.O.V

I put my microphone away, rubbing the back of my tensed up neck. I’d been working on my latest video for hours on end. I finally finished it. It was my rendition of Enter Sandman by Metallica. I’m a YouTuber, and quite a big one. Not to boast or anything. I do music videos, kinda of like Jon Cozart. My latest one was a shit load of editing. I’m extremely diverse when it comes to musical instruments. In certain frames, I was positioned playing two different electric guitars, drums, and singing. My videos are very different. Sometimes I’m doing beautiful calm songs or hard rock and everything in-between.

People loved it. I guess that’s how I met my now current boyfriend, Dan Howell. He loved my personality off and on the camera. We soon became a thing. We didn’t live far from each other so, meeting up was relatively easy. I glance over my video once more, biting my lip down in concentration. My focus was peeled away when I heard a loud ding. A text from the one and only, Dan Howell. Every time I got a message from him, my heart soar. ‘How’s the video coming along, love?’ I shake my head, smiling to myself before typing back. ‘Pretty good. Should be out in a few minutes, love.’ A few seconds pass before he replies. ‘Is there any chance I can get a sneak peak? ;)’ I roll my eyes, laughing. ‘Sorry, no can do. But we can hang out and watch it together if you want?’ He replied, almost immediately. ‘Sounds wonderful, love. See you soon!’

God, he was adorable. I take a deep breath, watching again, for what felt like the millionth time before I click ‘POST’. Shutting off my computer, slipping on my jacket, I walk out the door and head over to Dan’s. ‘Be there in a few minutes, DON’T WATCH IT WITHOUT ME!’ Within seconds, my phone dings. ‘Ugh, fine. IT’S LIKE YOU KNOW?! DO YOU HAVE POWERS OR SOMETHING?!’ I laugh lightly. ‘I wish lol, here.’ I stumble up the stairs before making my way to the door. He opens it within seconds, smiling wide and bright. “C'MON, LET’S WATCH IT!” I roll my eyes, cheeks flushed. He adored my musical talent. Often showing me off to his friends for getting someone so diverse in such an art form like music itself. We plop down on the couch, slipping a blanket over our legs, he pulls out his computer. I look up the video, clicking on it. Dan’s overflowing with anticipation.

Originally posted by bingephan

I bite my lip to hide my discomfort. I hated watching myself sing and perform. Honestly, I didn’t think I was good enough. But that didn’t stop Dan from assuring me that, I was, in fact, good enough. The one good thing about me is that I’ve got an insane vocal range. It can vary to an alto, rarely reaching a soprano, but can go down to a tenor. If I try hard enough, I could probably reach baritone. So, when it came to the song, Enter Sandman by Metallica, it was easy to do his voice. I could, with a lot of practice, have a growly, sexy voice. So low, that it would sound like a man. In the video, I’m shot by multiple frames, one singing up close, two others on electric guitars and one on the drums. My makeup was pitch black, smokey and hot. My outfit was dark and somewhat scandalous. In one of my shots, specifically the one that focuses on my lip movements, I’m wearing a beanie with my hair tucked deep inside. Piercings sprinkled my ears. I’m not gonna lie, I look hot af.

I lean back, watching Dan as he watches me- well video me. The video begins, fog and smoke sprinkle the ground. The lighting, shots and frame make me very happy. It was perfect. It shows four different angles, one with me and my electric guitar, another with me singing, another with me playing the drums and the last playing a bass guitar. As soon as the song ends, Dan literally howls. “THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING! MY GIRLFRIEND IS SO TALENTED!” I roll my eyes blushing. “Thanks. I didn’t think it was that good.” He scoffed, shoving the computer in my face. “Read ‘em and weep, love!” Dan motioned towards the comment section. I glance over them, smiling.

HOLY SHIT! I FUCKING LOVE (Y/N)! I LOVE GIRLS WITH LOW VOICES!

              She is so sexy I’m gonna die!!!!!

AHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO PHENOMENAL!

                                                     She is so freaking talented, like holy shit.

“My beautiful, talented girlfriend.” Dan whispers into my ear as he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck, kissing it. I glance back at them. “Think we should tell them?” He laid down on my lap, I run my fingers through his hair. “The fans? The world? Well, I mean we already told Phil, our friends and family. D’ya think we’re ready?” I shrugged, biting my lip. “I don’t know. I’m ready whenever you are.” He grinned, launching up to kiss me. “Than lets do it. Right now.” My eyes go wide. “Right now?!” Dan nodded, running across the room to grab his camera. I shake my head, laughing. I stand off to the side, writing down never have I ever’s. He sits down, grinning like a child. “Okay- so, I’ll do my normal introduction and then I’ll introduce you-” I nodded, smiling. He began as per usual.

“Hey guys! So, this has been a long time coming video and I can’t tell you how excited I am to be making it. There has been some speculation on who’ve I’ve supposedly been dating- most, if not all the people on the internet think I’m dating Phil- I’m sorry to burst your bubbles but I am not. So this video is about the person I am actually dating. I would like everyone to welcome my girlfriend- the one, the only, (Y/n) (Y/L/N)!!!” I take that as my cue to enter. I sit down next to him, smiling. “Hi…” Dan giggles. “Oh my god, look at you!! You’re blushing!” As he said that, I blushed even harder. “Stop it!! It’ll only get worse if you point it out!” He laughed, kissing my flushed cheeks and then the top of my head. I flushed even more.

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“Okay so, we’re gonna play, Never Have I Ever!” He grinned, grabbing the cards from my hand to shuffle. “Okay love, would you like to go first?” I nodded, taking a card only to swear under my breath. “Shit.. Okay, so never have I ever had a one night stand.” I put one of my fingers down and clap my hands together. Dan’s eyes go wide. “There’s a lot about you I don’t know, haha.” I bit my lip, laughing. “That’s a good thing, haha. Now you read.” We go back and forth for a little while before Dan finally ends the video. “Okay, and that’s a wrap! Thanks for watching! Click subscribe to be kept up to date on all my videos! I’ll be sure to put (Y/n)’s Youtube channel link in the description below. PLEASE go check out her channel! She’s incredibly talented! Honestly, I don’t know what I did to get a girl like her! Thanks guys! See you later!” I blush and shout before he turns off the camera. “By guys!”

“Stop showing me off! I’m really not that good.” He rolled his eyes, kissing me, passionately. “You are perfection. C’mon, help me edit this and we’ll post it together.” A few hours past before we finally finished the video. Dan decided to go on twitter to set out a tease for the fans. I do as well. I cuddle close to Dan, looking up at him. “You ready?” He nods, kissing me again. “I was born ready.” We click POST and wait. It takes a few minutes but within no time, the comments section is booming. Not to mention twitter. They were all so heartwarming. Mostly kind words. Some of course, were not that kind but I didn’t care. I was happy to be with Dan. I loved him.

(I hope you liked it)

Trapped - Pietro x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Since my first Pietro x Reader seemed to be such a hit, I got another request and decided to write it :D I hope you enjoy! ♥

Request - [x]

Words - 2,058

Warnings - language you like to swear don’t you?, panic attack, hyperventilating, hurt!Pietro, FLUFF ♥


Originally posted by imaginingbucky


“Need any more help?”

“Nah.”

“Okay, Tony, but be careful with this. Or you might short out the whole tower.” “Don’t worry. F.R.I.D.A.Y. already seperated this and secured the tower’s system”, Tony reassured you, fumbling around in his newest project.

“Okay, I’ll get going then. Take care!” “See you at dinner”, he mumbles mindlessly, his complete concentration on his project.

Before you leave his lab, you add with a smug smile, “I’m guessing candlelight dinner”.

Tony throws you playful smile, shaking his head about your joke. “Cut it, little girl.”

Shortly flashing your tongue in his direction, you’re outside the lab and stroll down the hallway to the elevators. Natasha comes down the hallway to you, a sweet smile on her.

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Red Queen AU - Coriane Lives

Dowager Queen Coriane sat on the patio overlooking the royal gardens, a look of peacefulness overtaking her face. While the queen was still the simplistic beauty from her youth, her face held faint age lines and crows feet, showing off the love and laughter her life has held. Her chestnut hair held small streaks of grey, but her blue eyes still held their usual twinkle.

The twinkle in her eyes were caused by the scene in front of her. Her son, Tiberius Calore VII or Cal, was holding his three month old daughter as his wife, Mare Barrow, walked next to him. Mare’s face had a small, soft smile as her husband made baby talk at the bouncing baby girl in his arms. Ahead of them was their three year old son, Maven, who chased after a blue butterfly.

Dowager Queen Coriane’s smile turned sad as she thought of her grandson’s namesake, Maven Merandus. Maven Merandus was Elara Merandus’s son with an unknown father. Some suspected that the boy had been King Tiberius VI’s, due to Elara being cast out of the court shortly after Coriane’s pregnancy was announced. However, other elites disputed the king being the father due to his suspicion of Elara being at fault for Coriane’s past miscarriages and poor health, which had suddenly stopped when Elara had been excommunicated, which would have never given Elara time to get pregnant with the king’s child. With Elara gone, the kingdom of Norta grew and regained the lost ties to Piedmont and the Lakelands, resulting in peace. The queen, now free of the mental constraints from Elara, started trying to mend the gap between Silvers and Reds that the social hierarchy and war had caused. Slowly over the following twenty-two years, Norta began to mend and progress forward.

Unknown to everyone, Elara had taken the slight by the king hard and had tried to stage a coup when Cal was twenty-one and in the middle of the Selection. Elara had almost succeeded in putting her son on the throne since, unfortunately, King Tiberius VI had been killed and Cal was captured and set to be executed. However, Mare Barrow, a Red girl who had grown up in the slums outside of the summer palace, had stepped in and saved Cal from being killed with her hidden abilities. However, even a girl with the powers of lightning couldn’t hold up against the expertise of Elara.

Maven, who had been in love with the poor girl, couldn’t stand his mother killing Mare and sacrificed himself in order to save her, which resulted in Elara losing her mind in grief at the loss of her son. With her mind in disarray, Elara never saw the all consuming fire and lightning that diminished her to ash.

Afterwards, all of Norta had found out about the secret relationship between Cal and Marrow that almost brought upon an civil war from the Houses. In response to the Houses’s cries of uprising, Cal, now King Tiberius VII, announced that he and Mare had secretly married before the Divine Gods, and if the Houses’s wanted to rebel then they would be rebelling against the Gods that gave them their gifts. Coriane’s vocal mind control also helped a little when it came to convincing the Elders of the Houses of Divine smite. The Houses quickly quieted down after that. Nine months later little Maven was born, bringing joy to all in the kingdom.

“You feel it in the air, don’t you,” questioned Julien as he joined his sister on the patio.

“It’s been four years since Elara’s uprising, and Cal’s secret marriage announcement. And yet, I feel as if something wicked is still heading our way,” mused Coriane as she closed her eyes to enjoy the breeze.

“I feel as if we haven’t heard the last of that Evangeline girl,” muttered Julien. “She had the attitude as if she deserved to be queen.”

“She was the best choice, both in skill and politics,” responded Coriane. “But my son is like his father. He followed his heart above else.”

“But as what risk? It’s too early in his reign for him to deal with another uprising. We have to appease Houses somehow,” retorted Julien, his normally honey brown eyes a dark bark color.

“I suggested Cal get rid of the Selection and arrange marriages for the girls that were slighted. I’ve arranged for Evangeline to marry a prince of Piedmont. Not one that will become king but one that will give her a little power. I also have people I trust who will keep an eye on her.”

“You can’t fight all of his battles, Cor. He has to make his own decisions,” Julien stated, slightly exasperated from the conversation that they have been having repeatedly over the last few months.

Coriane sighed and stood up. She looked over her shoulder at her brother, giving him a look that chilled him to the core, with her words piercing through his heart.

“I’ve lost too many children to lose Cal and my grandchildren. I won’t let anything take them from me.”

With those final words, Coriane left her brother to join her son and his family in the garden.

Dowager Queen Coriane had lived a hard life of court for her family, and she wasn’t about to die yet.

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@red-queen-em-for-a-dream

The Last Breath

Summary : A mission goes horribly for the reader, and the team has to face the harsh reality.
Prompt “You can’t salvage any of me”
“You’ve got to let me go” 
(I don’t remember where I got this from but if you know who/where, do tell)

Word Count : 1,208.

Warnings : Death?? Violence. Angst. It’s also a lot bit shitty

A/N : so this is my first EVER fic that I post here. So I’m very nervous and anxious and I hope the content is alright

Do note that English is not my first language so any errors do tell me (: 

Here goes… 


You don’t remember how you got into this mess.

You don’t remember how a huge block of what used to be a wall had smashed you to the floor, immobilizing you from protecting yourself from the rubbles that followed when the building violently shook.

You don’t even remember hearing the blast of a bomb (or perhaps several bombs) since you were too busy fighting for your own life against the merciless agents shooting at you. All your ears could pick up was the raining of bullets, hectic voices through your earpiece and the loud thumping of your heart.

What you do remember when you blinked your eyes in trying to regain your vision was how you got separated from your colleagues; the building was quiet, too quiet as you slowly walked down he corridors with your gun raised. Nat had secured the IT room with Steve, their next target of an archive room to be checked once you and Bucky had given the green light.

He looked at you warily, knowing how uneasy it felt as he continued the path with you. The flickering lights added an ominous feel of this whole mission, which only added to your apprehension. Every swift sound made the hairs at your back stand, every step of your boots to the floor had you holding your gun all the more tighter.

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theanishimori  asked:

It might actually be canon, but I think Harold's favorite color is purple. Or it was until he met John -- and then it became steely-blue like John's piercing eyes. What DON'T I love about Person of Interest? (Well, actually, the last couple of seasons were not my cup of tea, but that was more production issues than not...) My favorite part is the adoring way Harold and John look at each other when they think the other one isn't looking... :::flailing::: Rinch Forever!

WHAT ADORING GLANCES ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?? You mean like this one???

Originally posted by nafanya-a-a

Or was it this one????? (x)

John honey what are you doing we get it he’s the most precious thing in your life…

Originally posted by nafanya-a-a

JOHN NO STOP!!! (x)

(Send me the thing you love most about POI and your headcanon for your fav character’s fav colour!)

City of love

Cameron Dallas Imagine

Word count: 939

Request: Can you do an imagine where YN is staying at madisons place bc she just moved from Paris to LA for her modeling work. YN comes after a work out home and cameron and the other guys are there. Cameron likes here… blablabla xxx


I stepped into the cool building. Thank god for air conditioning. I just hit the gym for the first time in a long long time due to me moving across the globe. Thankfully my dear friend Madison lets me stay over for a few weeks until I get everything with my apartment figured out.

I got out of the elevator walking straight to Madison’s apartment. I opened the door and was faced with a bunch of guys. I was lowkey perplex. Too many people, I’m too sweaty for this. „Uhm. Hi.“ I said when I walked into the living room area.

„Oh. Finally!“ I heard Madison behind me. „Guys. This is my friend I told you about, Y/N. Y/N these are some of my friends.“ I smiled at her and nodded slightly. I looked at the bunch and one of them in particular caught my attention. His hair was a dark brown just like mine actually. He had hazel eyes, strong facial features and a tiny bit of scruff.  

„You already know Jack and Jack.“ She continued. „I’m Nash.“ The one with the piercing blue eyes said. „Sammy.“ The bleach blonde haired one slightly raised his hand offering a smile. I simply smiled back. The last one just stared at me as I did previously to him. „Cameron.“ His husky voice said. „Nice to meet you all. But I should really get in the shower.“ I laughed a little looking down at my workout clothes.

„Oh. Someone could share that shower with you!“ I heard Sammy holler as I turned towards the staircase. „Shut up. You got a girlfriend.“ Nash said and I heard Madison chuckle. „Yeah and so do you, you idiot.“ Sammy fought back. „Shut up, guys. Some respect please. Although that ass is real nice.“ I suddenly heard Cameron while he muffled the last part though I still heard it.

I smirked to myself and continued walking up the stairs. When I was done and got dressed in some sweats and shirt I met all of them in the living room again. As I walked down the stairs they were all just sitting there watching TV so I went to the kitchen getting some water and maybe a snack.

I opened the fridge checking what it had to offer. I gotta admit Madison knows what good food is. I closed the fridge not finding anything that I wanted to eat right now. I turned to open the cabinet and was faced with Cameron. I let out a shriek and clenched putting my hands in front of me and they accidentally found his chest. Feels good, gotta say that.

I muttered a light „Merde.“ He chuckled as he attempted to catch me for no reason. I wasn’t falling. His hands had a firm grip on my waist. „Sorry.“ His husky voice made me melt internally. „It’s - uhh - fine.“ I stuttered. Get your shit together Y/N. I sighed lightly pushing myself away from him. His arms fall back to his sides.

I took a step back as I felt his gaze on me. „You need anything?“ I raised my eyebrows at him. He looked around the kitchen. „Uhm.“ I chuckled as he searched for an answer. „Fridge.“ He said out of the blue. „Uh. I mean a bottle of water out of the fridge.“ He broke into a smile as did I. „Feel right at home. Take what you need.“ I chuckled again as he passed me.

I couldn’t find anything to eat so I just gave up and settle in the living room. Cameron shortly followed and sat right next to me. „Aw. Look at them.“ Madison cooed and I immediately looked up to see everyone looking at Cameron and I. „What?“ I questioned clueless. „You two would be a really cute couple.“ Madison grins from ear to ear. „Come on Mads. She just moved here from- actually where did you move from?“ Johnson questioned.

„Paris. La ville d’amour.“ I sighed. I missed Paris. I’ve lived there for quite a while. Like what was it. 5 years? Something like that. „City of love, my ass.“ I suddenly burst out laughing and everyone joined. „Honestly. For the time being there I had yet to fall in love. Never happened.“ I giggled as the laughter died down. „Maybe LA will be your city of love.“ Sammy wiggled his eyebrows at me. „Sure.“ I huffed.

„We could make that happen.“ Cameron mumbled. I felt myself blush as everyone all of the sudden had better things to discuss. „I mean. I’ve always needed a few lessons in french.“ He grinned at me. „Sure you do.“ I smiled at him. „Okay. Correction: french kissing.“ He winked at me. I shoved his shoulder. „Just kidding. Just kidding.“ He put his hands up in defense.

„But if you’d be down that would be great too.“ He whispered into my ear. I laughed and shoved him again. „How about you ask me out first.“ I jokingly suggested. „Go out with me than.“ He smirked. Slick little bastard. „I have to get my apartment sorted out. I’m still looking for some furniture and-“ I rambled on and on until he interrupted. „Perfect. I’ll pick you up tomorrow at ten. We’re going shopping.“ He grinned. Oh boy, what was I getting myself into?


All imagines

“ I remember one night in late February you were driving home after we went out somewhere and the sun was setting and it had turned the sky a hundred different colors. I looked over at you from the passenger’s seat and saw the light hitting your face. The last bits of the sun was shining in your eyes, making every bright, piercing blue fleck sparkle individually. You saw that I was staring at you and you asked what I was looking at. I felt myself smile one of those massive, infinite smiles, and I answered you by telling you how you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever set my eyes on. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken truer words to anyone before that night. ”

- from a much simpler time (n.b. 03/22/17)